Chapter 2
I ran down an alley to escape a group of zombies that had been following me since I had left the scene of the zombie picnic. I turned the corner at the end of the alley, and found the body of a cop that had been shot in the head. His skin was a gross brownish-green, his eyes were a milky white, and he had a bite mark on his neck. Based on how he looked, I guessed that he had become a zombie, and was then shot by someone. I was about to leave, when I saw his gunbelt. I quickly took it and put it on, noticing all the different gadgets and gizmos hanging from it. "Sorry, buddy," I thought, "But I need this a hell of a lot more then you do." With that, I got up and jogged down the street.
A block or two later, I found a police cruiser parked up on a curb. I climbed into the black-and-white, and cheered when one of the keys from the dead cop's belt started the engine. I closed the door, then noticed a shotgun stuck between the front seats. After I put my seatbelt on, I put the car into drive and headed home. I figured that I could hole up there until things quieted down.
When I reached my street, I was glad to see that there was virtually no undead activity, at least for the moment. I pulled up in front of my house, and proceeded to search the cop car for anything that might be useful. I ended up with 12 loaded 15-round 9-mm clips, plus the 3 already on the cop's gunbelt, 20 12-gauge shotgun shells, pluss the 5 already in the shotgun, which I managed to get out from between the two front seats. I grabbed the weapons and ammo, ran inside my house, and locked the door behind me.
I'm sorry it took me so long to update. I'll try to update every weekend from now on. This is my first fan fic, so please, R&R!